Chapter 612 Dreamy Painting
The pleasure is mine. Mr. Moore, you’re a true gentleman,” the man replied with a smile.
Lucas smiled and said his goodbyes quickly.
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His assistant, Vincent Quinn, couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Moore, who is that duke? He’s so polite to you
“We’re not related,” Lucas said, quickening his pace as he headed back.
“Huh? He seemed really respectful,” Vincent pressed, even more curious.
The duke rarely met tourists, let alone greeted them so warmly–he was the owner of Biltmore Estate, after all.
Lucas grunted in response. “He has a friend who was once our client–we saved his friend’s family with our security team. I asked him for a favor.”
Vincent nodded, hurrying to keep up. “Is the scar on your abdomen from that rescue?” he asked quietly.
Lucas nodded, glancing at him. “Don’t say a word to Lynn about it.”
“Got it,” Vincent agreed.
“You don’t have to follow me anymore–go explore on your own.” Lucas said, waving a hand.
Vincent’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Mr. Moore!”
Lucas waved him off, his steps speeding up even more.
Vincent grinned from ear to ear
How great is this? A paid vacation while on a business trip!
After sending her messages, Lynn sat down on a lawn bench, pulling her coat tighter around herself.
A few Blacknose sheep hopped around nearby, while two little local girls with braids petted them.
“So cute.” Lynn cooed, standing up and walking toward them. Even her voice turned soft–she had no resistance to these fluffy little creatures.
She reached out gently to pet one, leaning in to nuzzle its fur before taking several photos with her phone.
Next. Lynn took off her hat and placed it on the sheep’s head, giggling at the silly sight before snapping another photo. The picture was sent to Lucas immediately.
She asked, “Cute, right? Doesn’t it look like Shaun the Sheep?”
Several more followed, including one of herself grinning just like the character.
Lucas walked while glancing at his phone, a smile on his face as he searched for “Shaun the Sheep?
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